Profound Contemplation (Worthless)

I
Being a cold winter's dawn
Being the midst of July,
Being sat on the porch,
Dog and I ...

Being thinking of thoughts,
Being lost but to try,
To be knowing what to take
To make we exub’rant few cry.

To try with a needle
To take to make loss
To beat until broken
To taunt until cross

Yet they shall shed not a tear
They will ever know why,
So I sit and I wonder
Cars trundle by ...

Blow up this planet, the city,
Blow up them, they don't mind
All ways they love endings
All ways till ends time

They try with a madness
To live life for all day
To beat it till broken
Then to just go away

			Jason Wilder Konschak